mixed with interpretations
of others thoughts who have
been admired over the years
when most simply faded away;
My eyes see what I imagine
and what I have been exclusivelyconditioned to imagine from
birth seeking to reaffirm purpose
while selectively imagining all else;
My ears hear it all unfortunately
filtering out the priceless thoughts
of those convincing me otherwise
while retaining what little worthless
gossip is necessary for my survival;
My words are my own as well
innocently and harmfully spouting
out what I feel without the slightest
regard for editing-out the sarcasm
necessary to keep a few friends;
My life revolves around yours
while yours revolves around all else
and we tumble into turmoil
constantly like two male cats trying to
control the only nipple available.
6Jan13
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